Poetic-fiction Quote by Isaac Marion

“As the droplets fell harder across his back and shoulders, he could feel his body disappearing bit by bit into the mist. I am…

— Dan Brown

“Strange that one man's actions could touch so many other people, like a single, thoughtless breath of wind coming in an open window and…

— Karleen Koen

“You could see him coming from a distance, appearing out of nowhere like an angel, his silhouette seeming to rise from the ground in…

— James McBride

“I don’t know how to describe it. My hands began to burn as they do when the energy changes too drastically. Then he walked…

— K. Huber

“And suddenly everything around me seemed to grow quiet, as if he were the wind that blew and I were just a cloud carried…

— Arthur Golden

“I shivered, only the pale moonlight filtering in through the high rows of dusty, neglected windows. “You are so creepy.” “Duh. I’m monster that…

— Ketley Allison

“The air moved slowly around his body, somehow tangible, gold flaked, every dust mote a lantern.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

“Now as then, he sensed the threads of his life scattering and rearranging before this new and overwhelming thing that had landed among them.”

— Helene Wecker

“As he turns to leave, some kind of strange impulse takes hold of my body and I reach out to stop him, my hands…

— Alexis Abbott

“His cold, unmoving face startled me, but the warmth from his hands left me curious and longing for more of his touch.”

— Magan Vernon

“I've been forgotten here. Left alone talking to lightning storms, studying the mysterious patterns the dust of dead people makes as it floats through…

— Samantha Hunt

“Gathering seeds of thoughts, that blows away in the slightest of breezes.”

— Jazz Feylynn